Altogether unusual

How do you like me now?

                    'It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.'  Gabriel García Márquez

It is always great to be the new kid in school....Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen!!!

Ok, so let's see if you have a different opinion about this when I let you in on a few details. I am a girl. Bad from the start, right? Am I right?

Then, I am not the girl to be likable, as those angelic, innocent looking, perfect bodied girls are. I am not the type to pass unseen either, which is not even remotely a good thing. I am a 5'6 tall brunette. And it is not the normal brunette you might think of, but a really, really dark kind of colour. It's safe to say I don't need to dye my hair black as it wouldn't make any difference. To that please add the palest skin you can imagine. Remember that unfortunate friend or member of the family who can never get a tan? The one, who after a day in the sun, just transforms into a giant red skinned monster, suffers a few days under layers of after-sun products and always comes out white? There you go! That's me. Hi!

Maybe it would be easier if the rest of me could be categorised as "normal", but noooo, why would it? Mother Nature decided to bequest on me the strangest pair of blue eyes. It is such a light shade of blue that sometimes it scares me. Imagine what it does to the people around me. So I kinda look strange. "Dead eyes" they used to call me, my colleagues in the other school. Or "Fish eyes", or "Spectrum" (I secretly found the latter interesting). Or "The girl from The Ring" – That really bothered me at some point. I didn't wear my hair on my face. And it's not my fault if I have so much of it. When they called me Morticia I agreed, I must say. At least it sounded accurate.

The rest of me is not really that interesting. I just.....am. I guess I have average breasts, a behind that can be nicely covered with a pair of jeans, but there is nothing WOW about it. That would be my mom, she has the most smokin' body. Tall and lean like a movie star. I am nothing like her. I just...am. My body serves its purpose, helps me get things done, takes me to places.

So are you scared yet? Not yet? Well, the good part is about to come.

I do not like colours. At all. I only have black clothes. And when I say only, maybe it's an understatement. You can come right now and search my closet and if you find just one piece of something in another colour I promise you can enter the Guinness Book. And now you think pyjamas, you rascal! I am not the pj type of girl. A pair of old worn-out black pants and a t-shirt will do. So, for the record, if you ever want to ask me something in school, search for the black spot. That's me. I'm all about leather pants and jackets, band shirts and boots. Even though I think I can pull up a socially accepted outfit, it would still look like I'm going to a funeral. That's the deal with black; it's a very misunderstood colour. Or non-colour if you are keen on details. But I like it. It makes me feel good, safe, free.

You probably guessed by now that I am listening to rock music and you're running for the hills. That's ok. Most of the people around do. And don't try to find excuses for me. I do not listen to Lorde – She ain't singing rock music people! I like the hard stuff. If you stay with me for a while I'll tell you about my British experience, and you'll find out more.

As colourless as I was given to be, I managed to change my appearance to my liking. I have a lot of tattoos. Hands, shoulders, back, ribs, you name it, I have it. Now do not imagine sleeves tattoos. I haven't got to that yet, but I have enough to count. In the future I'll be a tattoo artist. Or a book/album cover artist. Or all of them at once. I wouldn't mind. I draw, a lot, all the time, and I am good at it. It is probably the only thing I am good at. I have established connections with people working in the business since I was 15 of age. When I showed them my work back then, they were more than supportive and helped me get some jobs done: an album cover for a small band, a design of a tattoo, things alike. That area of my life is full of colour and I love to use it. Probably half of my room is full of pencils of different duress, crayons from all the corners of the world, notebooks full of drawings, ink in all the forms you can think of, and more. I never wanted to be a painter though. Can't tell you why. I tried and it was not in my bones. Which doesn't mean I don't have a total worship for Goya, Dali, Matisse, Monet and a lot more than I'm willing to put on paper. Besides the obvious coolness of my chosen profession, there is something else. Whatever I want, whatever I imagine I would like to have on my clothes, I can draw and have it printed on them. I am happy as a clown whenever I read a book which really takes me there, where I want to recreate it by lines, and then I can have it with me, on a bag or on a shirt.

I must have changed 10 to 12 schools so far. I have forgotten how many where there over time. I am well accustomed to making new acquaintances, but I must say it is rather easy for me to leave them. I can never make friends. Real friends. Maybe because I know I would never be allowed to stay too much in one place. And being the new girl in school brings no joy at all. People are mean to me most of the time.

The truth be told, I don't like people very much either. Maybe I should have started with that. I don't enjoy the company of people.

I think the greatest thing about me is how flawed I am. How do you like me know?